IN THE SHOES OF GOD 13

Ohene Asaa sat by his daughter all through the night with the three top herbal doctors praying to the over seventy seven thousand gods and goddesses of the land to save his lifeline. At exactly thirteen minutes after four at dawn, Nyamekye opened her eyes. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. The doctors checked and confirmed she was stable and left her with her father.
“How is my beautiful princess?” She told him she was fine and apologized for causing him to worry. Ohene Asaa took her right hand in his and looked at her face.
“Maame, I am sorry for any stress you are going through because of the actions and or inactions of anyone. Only Odomankomah the creator knows what you mean to me. Why didn’t you tell me you were having a hard time with Boadu? They say painful bottled emotions burst brains. Do you want to harm yourself and cause your father to lose his everything?”“Paapa, I am fine. Boadu and I have no serious problems”.
“Don’t I know the seed which comes from the most loving part of my body? If all is well then why didn’t you ask of him when you woke up? Certainly the fear of he causing you more grief is what you dread. Any way, I have sent him to a safe house two villages away. You know Amankrom? If you wan’t me to dispose of him…”“No paapa, we are talking about my husband here. What kind of disposal are you talking about? We might have our differences but it hasn’t gotten to that yet. Let’s do it this way, let him stay in the safe house for sometime to keep our distance to see if the spark we had from the beginning will be rekindled. I believe a little time apart is all we need.”
Ohene Asaa looked at his daughter and sighed in exasperation. Her wishes were his command anyway. He asked her to have some rest. Immediately Ohene Asaa left, Nyamekye asked one of her maidens to go and inform Kumnipa that she was awake and well. For some queer reason, she felt or hoped he’d be worried about her. The maiden came back few minutes later and knelt to tell her he did not sleep in his chambers at all. A worker there claimed that was the very first time it was happening. Nyamekye felt strange and asked her trusted maiden, Efua, to go to Ama’s chambers to inform her and ask if she had seen Kumnipa.
Ama opened her eyes to see she was face to face with Kumnipa whose eyelids were shut but shaking. She mockingly touched his face until he opened his eyes, caught her hands and passionately kissed her. “You know this is the first time you have submitted to me? Allowing me to seize your hand. You’re most beautiful when you let me win.” Ama giggled and mimicked him, feigning anger, he asked her why.
“An honourable man is he who seeks fair skills to compete on levelled ground. Not one who needs to climb on another to feel superior”. Kumnipa made to speak, she put her forefinger on his lips. “Dignity comes not by having a woman who kneels and worships at your feet at all times, but having a woman who completes you, runs with you when need be, combats to stabilize and tickle your emotions, a woman whose deeds and talents can honour you. A woman who shakes the very foundations of your care and sacrifices. It is amazing how society makes us building mud, stepped on, watered and used to build easily breakable structures for men to inhabit. Look at how many mock me for daring to be a warrior. I can’t even begin to tell you about the ridiculous things that happened and how my father stood to keep my head on my neck”.
Kumnipa was shocked that a woman could think the way she does. She felt like she had uncovered something society did not know or was failing to acknowledge. Or could it be that Ama is just different from the helping hands he had grown to know? He suddenly felt sad that she had to go through all that. He thought of it seriously. Women too have talents. Talents men’s need for submission sweeps under the dark. He kissed her forehead and started foreplay to continue the loving passions lighted last night. A knock on the door interfered. Ama waited until one of the guards announced Efua’s presence. Ama made to leave the bed but Kumnipa asked that she be brought to the hall to speak by the door. Efua told Ama that the princess was awake and asked if the crown prince was with her. Ama was completely at sea as to what she was talking about but answered okay and sent her back.
“Why is Nyamekye sending me a message that she is awake?”
“Oh! Should have told you yesterday, she collapsed. Something about exhaustion.” Ama immediately left the bed pushing off Kumnipa in anger. She asked him why he didn’t remember that important matter. She felt guilty at the happiness she felt as her best friend and sister from other parents laid comatosed. She wore her warrior attire and threw his clothes at him to get dressed. They both left for the princess’ chambers.
Nyamekye felt strange seeing them together. Their body language told of happiness blooming between the two. They touched each other while talking, smiled at each other often and completed the sentences of eachother. Kumnipa played with the warrior clothes Ama was wearing. The warrior clothes made out of the skin of animals. He was very attentive to Ama.
Ama realized her discomfort and asked where Boadu was. She told them he had been sent on an errand by the king and intentionally complained of tiredness. Ama and Kumnipa left her to rest as they happily chatted and giggled.
Nyamekye felt oddly sad. She didn’t understand her emotions. She was the one who pestered Ama to make it work with Kumnipa so didn’t know what was happening to her emotions. She knew the close relationship the two had bothered her, as to why, she was yet to ascertain. Cold fear crept into her heart, making her heart beat as though chased by some recklessness on her part.

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